Where The Craic Is Mighty

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As I was sitting in my window seat nervous and looking haggard from a bad night’s sleep, a warm welcoming voice came over the plane’s intercom. The first sentence was to inform us we would be landing soon. The words were in English, but the next voice was foreign but unique in a beautiful language known as Gaelic. I looked out the window in awe of the picturesque fields of green, the shimmering blue of the ocean and the pillowing clouds above. It was then that I knew I was no longer in England or the United States but the emerald isle of Ireland. After Landing in Dublin I made my way through customs, swooning over the Irish accents all around me, forcing myself to grab my bags off the carousel before I recorded all of it on my phone. I found my way to the exit doors and was welcomed with a warm and fresh wisp of air, smelling of green grass and fresh air. I continuously blinked my eyes thinking it was all a dream when a man came up and tried taking my bags. After screaming stranger danger he just laughingly stated he was a cab driver. With cheeks as red as tomatoes I apologized and gave the address for my hotel. After arriving at my hotel and a quick cat nap I was ready to take on Dublin. I had picked out the outfit, prepped myself but still did not have the courage to go the pub inside the hotel alone. My sister Amanda gave me the pep talk I needed and off to the pub I went. I was prepared, Kindle in hand to have a real Irish pub experience. Little did I know I was getting myself into more than I had imagined. With a pint of Guinness in front of me, I snuck a peak around and was one of only four people besides the bartenders in the place. I put the Guinness to my lips and could taste the roasted barley melting on my taste bud... ... middle of paper ... ... the proper way to drink Guinness and tasting a few different versions of Jamison, it was time to ghost hunt. I was shaking with excitement as the bus pulled up, Magnus jumped with fear as the guide leapt off the top of the bus at him. It was a preview for what was an extraordinary tour with many hair raising stories. While walking back to the hotel I became sad to think it was time to start packing for the flight home. With a kiss and tearful hug goodbye from Magnus, it was time to fly back home to reality. The three days I spent in Ireland were some of the most memorable I have in my life. I took in another culture and met a wonderful man from it. Magnus and I still keep in contact and plan to see each other again. I will never forget Ireland and plan to go back every year. And as they say in Ireland may the craic be ever with you, May the fun be ever with you.

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